True Fuss Tales: In my Hand + Errata

This is the phrase lately when he just wants, say, a piece of cheese instead of the cheese sandwitch you're in the process of constructing:

"Want the cheese in my hand, Dada."

And I created a monster with that Mousetrap game. Each day since the purchase has opened and closed with "my Mousie game". We met up with the cousins at a playground yesterday and he regaled each of them with an intricate description of how it traps the mousies. Last night I hid it in the closet and thought I was in the clear, but the instructions had somehow gotten under the coffee table, where of course he found them this morning.

"Dada, look, found the map for my Mousie Game! Let's play it!"


Yesterday I woke him up from his nap, and he uncharacteristically snapped to attention, looked straight at me, asked "Dada, what about the blue stairs?", then laid back down.


He's been having in depth discussions with some of his toys lately, with me essaying their half of the conversations. Pooh Bear is his imaginary BFF, but he also chats with Pingu (a plastic penguin from a value meal) and this morning he had a long discussion with Sammy Skeleton, who I think is a leftover Halloween decoration he found somewhere. He told Sammy all about his trip to the Embarcadero last week- the horsies didn't work because they were broken, but he fed fish to the seals and he saw a SCARY FISH with big sharp teeth, and it made one little girl cry.
"Called a SHEEPHEAD fish, dada!"
Also, one of the big crabs hugged a brick with its "pointy claws".

I want to get one of those little digital voice recorders, he's talking so much lately there's no way I can write down all the good bits. On the video front, Sabbath's Iron Man came up again the other night and I caught him doing his primal dance, after shouting out "It's IRON MAN time!" Low light so crappy quality, but it will hopefully capture the spirit of the thing.